I was in the third grade. 8 years old? I was so nervous - so was she. We were alone in her room, and we had decided to kiss, but didn't exactly know where to start. After a few nervous minutes, we decided that it would be easiest if she laid down on her bed and I bent down and kissed her. So that's what we did. I'll never forget that.

5 i think. i had a best friend, his name was Matthew. his mom found a job in Colorado and they were moving. they had all there stuff send up and stuff and they were ready to go. we were at school, during break, under the monkey bars. he um, got on one knee and asked me to marry him because he thought that was the only way he could stay with me. i of course said yes, he put the ring on me, stood up and kissed me right when his mom called him. i blushed so bad and ran and hid in the bushes, crying cause i was going to miss him. i remember every detail of that day.